Eli
In the short time I have been here I think you have smacked me around a couple of times already (I am sure I deserved it though it felt a little rough).
Nevertheless, I am very very sorry. People will tell you how things will get better, chin up, get drunk, it just takes time, blah blah... I haven't read any other posts and am sure that there is some good advice and lots of sympathy mixed in.
The fact is that none of that will probably make you feel any better. You may not even want to feel better.
This is the way it was for me. My friends were very supportive. My father took to telling me how I was better off without her until in a drunken RAGE I broke two of his ribs before my two cousins could drag me off him. I was surrounded by people trying to help, but feeling totally alone. Nobody really seemed to understand what I was feeling (or they wouldn't keep telling me "it'll be ok."), and they sure didn't understand about HER, and ME. I got tense anytime anyone pretended to know anything about us.
I didn't even want to think about feeling better, because if I ever started to feel better, that would mean I was forgetting about her, she would have become part of my PAST. I didn't want to stop hurting - the pain was proof that she had walked in my life... Other times I felt foolish - if it was so aparently easy for her to leave, then maybe it was ALL A LIE. Maybe she never really loved me, at least not the way I loved her, otherwise she couldn't be doing this.
Eventually I decided I was at fault (which I was actually - I was an alcoholic and massive pot head). I smoked weed day after day, hung out with friends, watched t.v., rebuilt my car engine, and talked about what interested ME. I never once had a bath waiting for her with candles and champagne when she got home from work. I never blindfolder her to put her in the car and take her to a five star hotel that cost me a week's pay. I never sneaked out of bed in the morning to make her breakfast in bed and I never spent an hour at two oclock in the morning, after lovemaking, giving her a full body massage. Rather, I was selfish during sex. I forgot her birthday once. I stopped telling her how beautiful she was, never made her feel how important she was to me, or how much I admired her as a human being. I never made her feel the way that you SHOULD make the person you have chosen to stand by your side feel.
And though she never complained, she got tired and left.
Then I decided I would win her back.
That didn't work.
And so she did fade from my life and now she remains only for the person that I was and am no longer. I do not make her into just someone that passed through my life, or "an ex" or "my first." The person who could tell you what she was to me no longer exists. The only thing I can do is to remember, not her or us because that gets harder all the time, but that this THING happened in my life, and that no matter how much time goes by, whether it be a year, or a thousand, or a million million, the fact of it having happened can never be erased. There are moments that, though they will never be remembered, are as real as this september morning - moments in which she and I sat, looking into each others eyes, understanding, and smiling.